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How was that?” Batman asked, knowing what the obvious response would be.

My chest and abdomen heaved as I struggled to stabilize my breathing. “Mmmm,” was all I could muster at first. “Tha- That was incredible.” A few more breaths, “Best I’ve ever experienced, for sure.”

“Well, hold on to your hat, sweet cheeks,” he told me, “‘cause the fun has only just begun!”

He settled down on the bed next to me and his thigh was pressed against my side. I brought my arm down from the headboard where I’d been holding on tight during this wild ride and rested my hand on the soft skin of his leg. Suddenly I felt something brush against the edge of my hand and then I reached over to feel his hard-on sticking straight out in front of him.

I wrapped my hand, apprehensively, around his thick, nine incher and when I gave it a gentle tug, I felt the sticky pre-cum as it oozed out of the tip and down my fingers. “Mmmm,” he cooed as he laughed quietly, “that’s nice.” I slowly stroked it a few more times and while I did I smiled at him not knowing what would come next, or how much more I could endure. “What did you have in in mind?” I asked.

“Do you have any condoms?”

I turned over and opened the top drawer of my night stand where I kept all my goodies and brought out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. As I turned back I said, “I’ve never done this before. I just thought you should know.”

“Damn! What are you? A boy scout?” He exlaimed. “‘Always be prepared’.”, and then he looked over at the drawer to see what else was there. “Wow, you really are prepared. Grab those latex gloves and the plastic wrap too, OK?” I reached back into the drawer to retrieve the requested items and turned back to face him, laying the items on the mattress next to him.

“I guess I just didn’t want to be caught with my pants down…” I said, bashfully. “Well, I mean, I did want to be caught with my pants down, but… ech. You know what I mean. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“It’s OK. We’ll take it slow and easy.” Batman leaned forward and started kissing me again and when he did, I could taste my own juices on his tongue. This time his kisses were slow and gentle as though there was all the time in the world and as far as I was concerned, there was. He kissed my lips and explored my mouth again. And then slowly he began to make his way down my body taking his time to give equal attention to my chin, my neck, each nipple, my chest and abdomen and finally back to my spent cock. He licked it, starting at the tip and working down to the orbs suspended below.

He stopped here and focused some attention on my balls, taking first the right one into his mouth and then the left. Then while gently stroking my dick with his left hand he used his right hand to collect both balls at once and shoved them into his mouth where he began to suck on them. The pressure was at once painful and intensely pleasureable. As the waves of pleasure/pain radiated out from my balls my body stiffened in ecstasy and my back arched… And then I began to laugh as I said, “Keep that up, and you’re gong to give me a hickey. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘blue balls’.”

Just as quickly, my back was arching again and my breathing changed to shallow gulps as Batman pressed his thumb deep into my perineum and I moaned with pleasure. And then he stopped. He let my balls drop from his mouth and let go of my cock that was already partially engorged again. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to verbalize a response.

“Turn over,” he said. And as I started to move he gingerly put his hand on my side to guide me. I turned onto my right side and he leaned me forward and bent my left leg forward to help support me, leaving my ass fully exposed to him. “Good.” he said as though he were training a dog.

I heard him rustling through the supplies I’d given him but I was too nervous to look back and see what he was doing. And then I felt him touch my bare ass cheeks. With his left hand I felt him squeeze and push my left buttock up and out of the way and then I felt the strangest sensation as he lay a section of plastic wrap over my anus. Instantly that sensation was replaced by another as he began to run his tongue all around my sensitive ass hole. My dick sprang to life again as I felt his tongue darting around and in and out of my ass hole. I couldn’t even tell the plastic was still there and it felt so good. And as I encouraged him with my soft moans of pleasure, I felt him flick his tongue into my hole, swirl it around the perimeter and once in a while, just to keep me on my toes a nibble on the exposed ass cheeks.

I’d never experienced anything like this before and it felt so incredible. My whole body was tingling with pleasure and I felt weak. And then he stopped for a moment as he tenderly pulled my left leg out straight again and pushed me over onto my stomach. I heard him pulling on a latex glove and then felt the cold of the lube as he squeezed some onto my ass hole.

“Aahhh! That’s cold!” I squealed as I felt him begin to rub at the lube. I was suddenly back to my senses, but only for a moment. The anal massage felt so good.

“Are you ready to go a little farther?” he asked me. “I promise to be gentle, and I guarantee you’ll like it!”

I was apprehensive, of course, but we’d come this far. I stammered, “O- Ok. I trust you.”

And then I felt another chill as more lube touched my ass hole but this time it wasn’t being applied to my ass directly and I felt the tip of his finger pressing against my sphincter. Instinctively, I clinched my hole tight. “This will help you loosen up and get used to the sensation,” he said. “Just relax and let it happen.” I took a deep breath and as I slowly exhaled I felt his finger slowly and smoothly enter my hole. It felt very strange, but very good at the same time. For a moment he just sat there, with his finger invading a part of me where nothing had ever entered before, allowing me to adjust to the sensations and then he began to move it. First just a slight and gentle in and out motion, finger fucking my ass, and then he began to bend it, gently rubbing parts of my body that had never been touched before. And then he removed his finger, only to replace it with two and then three.

Suddenly he was pressing his hand harder toward my ass hole and I felt the most incredible sensation! “Unh! Mmmmmmm,” was all I could convey. My dick was hard as a rock again and I felt as thought I’d erupt from deep within me.

“That’s your prostate” he told me with a gleeful tone in his voice. “Feels awesome, doesn’t it?” I responded by pressing my ass upward and toward his hand. “I’m glad you like it. But just wait. I’m not through with you quite yet.” He removed his fingers and I heard the snap of the latex as he removed the glove. “Roll over on your back.”

I obeyed his instructions and as I did so, I saw him masturbating his cock a few times while reaching for a condom. He placed the corner of the wrapper between his teeth and pulled, opening the package. As he plucked the condom from the package, I swung my left leg over his head so he was between my knees and I sat up and took the condom out of his hand. “Let me,” I said as I examined the condom. I found the reservoir tip and grasped it between my left thumb and index finger. Placing the tip on his engorged cock head, I slowly and methodically rolled it down his beautiful shaft, feeling the blood pulsating in his bulging veins as I went.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said, “but I let’s give it a shot.” And as I lay back down he took hold of my ankles and placed them on his big, powerful shoulders. He looked down at me and smiled the most caring smile I could remember ever seeing.

“Just look into my eyes, and when you feel me start to enter, take a deep breath and relax your sphincter muscles. It might help to bare down on me slightly, too.”

I nodded and took a deep breath. I looked straight into his eyes and saw the affection and compassion he felt and I smiled. And then I jerked in pain as his hard penis slid past my outer ring and into my ass. “That hurts!” I yelled as I breathed deeply, wide eyed.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Just relax for a minute. I promise, in a second it will feel good.” He continued to look deeply into my eyes as I breathed deep, ragged breaths. But as I calmed down and breathed through the pain, it started to melt away and then it really was quite a pleasant feeling. Batman watched as my breathing eased and he could feel as every muscle in my body relaxed and eased. “OK,” he said, “let me know if you don’t like something, or if you want me to stop.”

I nodded and stared into his eyes as he began to slowly, rhythmically pull back and push forward, pull back and push forward. Once the pain had passed it felt very good and I was really starting to enjoy myself, and offering up involuntary moans and grunts to prove it. As he pumped at my ass, my cock was becoming stiff again and I began to alternate light strokes at it with rubbing at and tugging on my balls, occasionally reaching up to pinch and tug at his nipples.

I could tell that this was feeling really good to Batman as well and his thrusts were getting more and more vigorous. And then he stopped, pulled out of my well loosened ass and pulled my ankles down off his shoulders. He took hold of my hands and pulled me forward. “Doggy style,” was all he said to me as he guided me into an all fours position facing away from him. Now I was really getting into things and I couldn’t wait for him to enter me again. It didn’t take long for him to oblige me and before long, I was bouncing around like balls in a fun house and the headboard was banging the wall to the rhythm of our fucking.

“Oh God! That feels great!” I exclaimed as I collapsed onto my shoulders, ass still sticking up in the air for his pleasure. I reached back and took hold of my dick and tugged and stroked it loving every moment of this education I was getting. “Unnnhhhh!!! Yes! God that’s incredible!” I repeated over and over. I could feel his hips slamming into my ass cheeks and knew I was going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow, but I didn’t care it felt so good! I just pressed back harder into his thrusts loving every minute of the pounding he was giving me. On and on this went until I thought surely I’d burst with another load of cum all over the bed, when he stopped again, this time with his rock hard cock still fully inserted in my ass. He collapsed onto my back the sweat we’d both built up sticking to our fevered flesh.

And then I felt him tremble as I heard an almost silent sob and I turned to look at him. “What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked fearfully.

“It’s nothing,” he lied. “It’s just that– Well, I never thought I was going to see you again. I thought I’d destroyed our relationship. And now…” he trailed off into silence.

Almost as if it had been pre-choreographed we gently lay down on our left sides, me still impaled on his massive rod and as I spoke, I began pressing backward and forward, temporarily taking charge of our thrusts. “Batman, that’s all in the past. All that matters is that we’ve found each other again. I just want to stay this way forever.”

“Me too,” he said as he began thrusting into me again. He reached around in front of me and began stroking my cock in rhythm with his thrusts and I could feel the build up coming. He reached up and began fondling and twisting my nipple as I took over jerking off my cock. I was close and I knew I had to cum or I’d be in pain for days. And I could tell he was getting close, as his thrusts became shorter and less rhythmic and then as if planned I felt his entire body tense up, holding me tightly against him as he filled that condom up inside my ass and at the same moment, I began to shoot my second load onto the sheet in front of me.

After it was over, he continued to hold me close to his body. He made no effort to remove his shrinking member from my ass, and as we lay there quietly listening to each other as our breathing began to synchronize, I knew I’d have sweet dreams tonight. And then we drifted off to sleep.

There is a third piece to this story, so stay tuned for the third and final installment of my own private Batman Saga, coming soon!

I was sitting in the corner of a dark, noisy and crowded Cantina reading a book and eating a burrito. There were neon signs all around advertising Coronas, Pacificoes and Tacates, and there were fluorescent representations of donkey shaped piñatas and sombreros and cactuses (cacti?) on the walls. Suddenly what little light there was for me to read my book was blocked by a figure. I looked up and there he was. He was gorgeous. Much the way I remember him, and yet, somehow different. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first.

There was a difference in his presence. A maturity that wasn’t there before. An intensity in his gaze at me. He greeted me with an exuberant handshake and before anything else happened Mrs. Batman approached. My heart sank a bit. I was happy to see him and I didn’t want to be holding a grudge against her but it was hard not to experience those negative feelings and emotions from so long ago. Mrs. Batman said hello, and I offered them both the seats across my table from me.

I realized, there wasn’t just a difference in him. There was a difference in both of them, in the way they were together. They didn’t touch. Batman didn’t put his arm around Mrs. Batman. He didn’t put his arm on the back of her chair, or over a shoulder. He leaned forward on the table and focused his attention directly on me. Mrs. Batman, didn’t lean toward him. She didn’t put a hand on his leg. She didn’t glance lovingly in his direction. All the tell tale signs of a couple in love were absent.

They didn’t look unhappy, in fact they looked very much the opposite. Like they were content with their lives and the directions they had gone in. As I looked at them and noticed these changes, I also noticed that there had been some definite physical changes in Batman. He was leaner. Not thinner; God knows there was no room for that. Just fitter. The gut was completely gone, replaced by a complete absence of shirt pucker. His clothes weren’t skin tight but they left little question as to his condition. Where once there had been a gut, and then, in Stockton, a slight lump, now there was nothing but a flush, smooth line from puffed up chest to his belt. His hair was shorter with more of a spiky look, and he had bleached highlights I hadn’t noticed until he sat down and the light was above his head and not behind. The glasses were gone and in their place his beautiful, intensely blue eyes as blue as the Caribbean sea on a perfect day, and they were focused directly on me, looking into my eyes. And then I saw the most notable physical changes. His ears were pierced. One small, simple hoop in his left ear, but in his right, he had the matching hoop, with a stud next to it. He also had a bar running through the top of his ear lobe, and a small hoop through the cartilage just in front of his ear canal. In addition, there was a hint of a tattoo, showing beneath the bottom of his short sleeve on his right arm.

“What I do with my body, stopped being up to her a few years ago,” he said matter of factly. “We’re divorced.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. There’s was never, by any means, a rock solid marriage, but they’d had a mutual determination to stay together forever. The two of them just looked at me as though he had just informed me of the time and not that their marriage had ended. And then he continued. “We split up about three years ago,” he said. “It was a difficult time for us but we worked through it and for the sake of the kids (they had two the last I knew) we’ve worked out a deal. We still live together in the same house, just separate bedrooms, and we are friends.”

“Wow. Well, that’s really great that you could do that, but uh, wh-what’s happening tonight? You’re out together? Without the kids?”

“Oh,” piped up Mrs. Batman, “I was actually just dropping him off here, and thought I’d come in and get some dinner to take back with me.”

“My car is in the shop right now, and I’m supposed to be meeting someone here. Mrs. B was nice enough to give me a ride.”

“Oh,” I said, some what deflated. “Well, it was good to see you. I don’t want to keep you from your… Date? Meeting? Friends?” I had become quite engaged in the conversation and was really enjoying the time with and attention from my long lost friend, and so I was quite disappointed to realize it would be cut short.

“Anyway, I need to get going,” Said Mrs. B, as she was standing up from the table. “It’s nice to see you again, Kevin. Maybe I’ll be seeing more of you,” she said. It came out laced with hidden meaning I did not yet know. Why would she be seeing more of me? Batman and I were no longer friends and I didn’t really think their divorce was going to change that. Especially not if they still lived in the same house. Before I could say anything, she turned toward Batman, shot him a knowing glance and walked away.

I heard a chuckle from his direction and as I turned to look at him, I realized my mouth was hanging wide open betraying my shock and amazement at the whole thing. As he moved over to the seat in front of me I asked, “What are you laughing at?”

“Just you.” he replied, smiling. “Obviously, this all catches you very much by surprise.”

“Uh yeah, you could say that! I’d love to hear the rest of the story, but I guess you better go find your party.” I answered, disappointed.

“Eh. He doesn’t know what I look like. Never seen him before in my life. I think I’d rather stay here and catch up with you, if that’s OK?”

“Um– OK. Yeah. I’d love that but what am I missing here? You’re meeting a guy here you’ve never met before and who wouldn’t know you if he saw you, and whatever the reason it’s unimportant enough to ditch him and hang out with me?”

Batman just laughed and smiled and stared into my eyes. “That about sums it up,” he said. “Look, Kevin, the reason why Mrs. B and I split up is because after you were gone from my life, I realized something I never knew before. Our friendship meant a lot more to me than I ever realized, and in ways I never realized.” His perpetual grin slowly drained from his face and where just a few minutes prior he had been up-beat and joyful, suddenly he was somber, his eyes were moistening and welling up and there was a quiver in his voice. “After we stopped being friends and I realized what I’d lost and the part I played in it, I also realized that there was a hole in my heart because of it. Over time, I realized that what I was missing, wasn’t just your friendship. I had been in love with you, and I didn’t even realize it.”

With that he reached across the table and gingerly placed his hand on top of mine and looked deeply into my eyes for my reaction. I was frozen in place. I could barely feel his warm, soft hand on top of mine. I couldn’t form any words with my mouth and for a moment it seemed as if we were the only two people in the room. The music was gone. The voices that had been straining to be heard over the din were gone. There was nothing but the sound of my own heart beating in my ears as I struggled to process what had just happened.

And then just like that, it all came rushing back. The noise, the vibrations, the physical sense of all the people around us. I blinked, and a single tear fell from my eye and ran down my face.

“Please say something,” he spoke. “Whatever you have to say, I can take it. I just need to hear your reaction.”

“I- I never thought– I mean- I… I was in love with you too. It’s part of why the situation was so difficult for me living with you and your family. I wanted to be friends and I wanted to be accepted by your family so that we could continue to be together in the only way I ever thought we would, but I secretly loved you and was so jealous of all that they had of you, that I could not have.”

There was a long pause as we both just stared into each other’s eyes, not knowing what would come next. And then I spoke, but the words seemed like they were someone else’s. I had never imagined this moment could be possible so I certainly had no idea how I could or would react. “Would you like to go back to my apartment to talk? I think the peace and quiet would do us both some good.”

I opened the front door of my apartment and looked around, glad that the cleaning lady had been in. Stepping aside, I held the door as Batman walked past me to explore. I closed the door behind him and when I turned around, he was right there, looking me in the eyes, and he put his hands on my shoulders. “I don’t think I want to talk,” he said, as he pushed me against the door and tenderly kissed my lips. He was so unashamed, uninhibited it took me by surprise.

I’d never done this before. I’d never brought a man who, for these intents and purposes, was a stranger back to my home. I’d never immediately launched into a physical encounter barely after the door was locked. I’d never locked lips (or anything else) with a friend. In fact, I’d never locked lips (or anything else) with any man, ever, before in my life. Of course, I had fantasized about it many times before. I had known for some time that it was something that appealed to me, but it had only been a year or two since I’d finally accepted and stopped denying my sexuality, and thus far, I had never physically acted on those desires.

Batman on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He started out tenderly, gently, almost like he knew this was a first for me. And then his kisses became more intense, more emphatic, and before I knew it, I was responding in kind. I reached out for him and wrapped my arms around his back. My right hand was on the back of his neck and my left hand was around his waist as I held on to him almost for dear life, afraid this moment wasn’t real, that it would end suddenly. I tilted my head into his kiss and as I parted my lips to kiss him harder I felt his soft, warm tongue slide between them and press against mine.

I felt his hands pressing my shoulders against the door as he dove into my mouth and then I felt him press away from me just a few inches as his hands slid down to the center of my chest and grab the placket of my button down shirt. In one swift moment he ripped his hands outward, popping every button off my shirt exposing my chest and abdomen to him. It was every bit as erotic as I dreamed it would be.

As I heard the buttons bouncing off the walls and along the floor, I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist under my shirt and then, while continuing to kiss me passionately, I felt him lift me off my feet and carry me over to the end of the couch where he put me down and shoved me over the arm and down on to the cushions. And then, with one swift motion he crossed his arms in front of him, grabbed hold of the hem of his pull-over shirt and slipped it right off and over his head, revealing the rock hard abs and perfectly toned, smooth chest that I knew were under there just waiting to come out. He still wore his military dog tags which nestled nicely between his hard, brown nipples. And as he looked down at me and grinned, I inhaled sharply, taking in this beautiful specimen of a man that stood before me.

And then he pounced! He climbed on top of the couch, on top of me and began running his tongue all over my upper body. My smooth, pale chest and abs were his for the taking, and take them he did. As he was licking, kissing, nibbling and stroking my body, I could feel my erection beginning. Just a slight heat at first, but soon, it was pressing against my Calvin Klein’s and my jeans and he could feel it pressing against his chest. As he was kissing my six pack and sticking his tongue in my belly button, he looked up at me, made eye contact and smiled. He opened his mouth wide and bared his teeth. I was excited and nervous all at the same time, not knowing where this was going. But it was perfectly clear, very quickly, what my friend had in mind. He tilted his head down and grabbed hold of my belt, the part, in front of the buckle, with his teeth and began to wrestle it free. He pulled the strap a few inches out of the buckle until it formed a small bump on my waist and then he grabbed it with his left hand, pulling the strap the rest of the way free.

My cock was rigid by now and was pressing uncomfortably against the soft fabric of my briefs and I couldn’t wait for it to be freed. Batman feverishly worked and within a few seconds he’d unfastened my belt and the button on my pants waist and pulled the zipper down. Then he reached up and put his fingers inside the waist band of my underwear at the corner of either hipbone and cocked his head slightly. Without saying a word he conveyed his intent and just as he tugged on my clothes I used the slight leverage of my feet on arm of the couch to raise my ass off the couch cushions making it possible for him to pull them down and away from my now fully engorged penis. Thwack! As he was standing up and pulling my lower body attire the rest of the way down to my feet, my erection snapped out of the restraints of my underwear and slapped into my quivering abdomen. Batman began to laugh as he was struggling to pull my pants all the way off, not remembering I still had my shoes on.

Laughing as well, I sat up and grabbed his wrists. As I slammed my body back against the cushions I pulled him back over the arm of the couch and down on top of me. I doubled over slightly as he came down on top of my solid member laying out on my stomach, but I didn’t care about the pain. I wanted to be in contact with his hot flesh! Again, I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth down onto mine. This time there was no time for tenderness. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I needed to touch his warm lips and probing tongue and for a few minutes I explored every part of his mouth, his chin and his neck and shoulders. And then I became the forgetful one as I found some leverage and pushed to roll over on top of him, not remembering that we were on the couch and there was no where to roll to.

My downstairs neighbors probably had a start when they heard the thud on their ceiling, and for a moment I had to stop and laugh at the idea that they had no knowledge of what was happening right above their heads. And then, there we were, Batman splayed out on the floor, pinned beneath my body. My pants were still around my ankles and the restriction that provided had me straddling my friend, with my feet between his knees and my knees on either side of his hips. Then I felt his own erection pressed against the inside of my naked left thigh. He resisted slightly and I gently took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head on the floor. I leaned down to kiss his face and made eye contact with this beautiful creature beneath me. I stopped abruptly and just stared into his eyes.

“What?” he asked, slightly out of breath but sounding worried. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I just– I guess, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and now that it’s here… I just don’t want to ruin it. I want it to be special. Meaningful. You know?”

He smiled so tenderly at me. “I know,” he said. “Here. Get up,” he told me as he began to sit up on his own. I climbed awkwardly off of him and sat, bare-assed, on the couch. Batman sat up on the floor and tuned to face me. He placed his hands on my exposed thighs and looked into my eyes. He just looked, tenderly at me for several seconds before he said, “If you don’t want to do this, I understand. I think it would be really beautiful though.” I smiled slightly. “Besides,” he said as he ran the back of his hand along my waning erection, which jumped lightly at his touch, “You do seem like you want to do this.”

I smiled. “I do. I really do. Let’s just… Let’s just make it count. OK?”

He didn’t answer. He just smiled sweetly and then looked down at the floor. Slowly he reached down and lifted my piled up pants from the top of my left shoe and pulled the end of the lace. The laces came untied and he loosened them before he pulled my shoe off. Then he gathered the material of my pants in his right hand while gently lifting my leg out of the pants leg with his left. When my leg was free of the fabric, he used his right hand to remove my sock. After doing the same with my right leg he uncrossed his legs and effortlessly stood up from the floor in one muscular, fluid motion. Standing in front of me naked from the waist up, he tugged his own shoes and socks off and kicked them to the side before extending his hand to me, palm up.

I reached out and placed my hand in his and he lightly supported my weight as I stood up from the couch now completely naked and with my half mast sicking straight out in front of me and rubbing slightly on his still shrouded crotch. “Which way is the bedroom?” he asked. I turned to the side, took his hand in mine and led him, silently, to the bedroom door. The sheets were fresh and the bed beautifully made, thanks, again, to the cleaning lady. After I opened the door, Batman silently walked past me and led me to the bed. He delicately pulled back the linens and then guided me to the edge of the bed to sit. As I sat facing him I watched as he began to loosen the belt on his own jeans. He unfastened his belt and his pants and slowly began to push them to the floor.

As his own solid cock sprung from his clothes I again took a sharp breath. I’d never been in this situation before. I’d never been in the same room with a real live hard erection that wasn’t my own, and never been about to do what I now knew was going to happen, and was certain it was what I wanted. He stepped out of his jeans and took a step toward me, motioning with his hands for me to climb into the bed and lay back.

I carefully slid to the far side of the bed and lay my head on the pillows. My breath was shallow and quick and I could feel the nerves rising in my stomach. This was really happening and I was ready! As I felt the mattress sink at the weight of Batman climbing on, I closed my eyes and waited for what was to come. I sensed, more than felt him hovering over my hard-on and then I felt the light, moist touch of his tongue starting at the base of my cock where it meets with my balls and working it’s way slowly up to the tip where he licked the opening that was already releasing pre-cum. And then I felt him take my cock in his hand and lift it up to his lips, while the other hand began to lightly fondle and squeeze my nuts. Suddenly, I felt a wet warmth as my dick was engulfed in his mouth. Slowly at first he ran his mouth, up and down, up and down running his tongue over the sensitive under-side of my engorged tip. I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. Just as I knew it would, it felt like the most perfect, natural thing in the world. Not even coming close to the sensations I’d experienced in my few previous encounters with the opposite sex. This was as God had intended for me.

My friend continued his ministrations and I could feel my ball sack tightening as he continued to take all of my eight inches into his mouth and throat. He was clearly quite skilled in this area, so to speak, and as my body began to stiffen and quiver, he stopped his motion, with my erection deep in his throat and began a light sucking motion that I had never experienced the likes of before! “I’m gonna cum!” I whispered, as that was the most sound I could produce. I expected he would pull my cock from his mouth and let me shoot my load, but instead he kept my dick deep in the back of his throat and increased the intensity of his suction.

“Unh- uh, Ahh. Ahhhh! AHHHHHHHH!!!” I cried out as I felt the cum leaving my body and shooting deep into his throat, nine, ten, eleven, twelve times I felt my entire body convulse as I shot load after load into his belly. When it was done, and I was completely still, he slowly began to extract my now softening penis from his mouth, keeping his lips tight while sucking, licking and pulling every drop of cum from my spent member. When he was done, he looked up at me and smiled.

“How was that?” he asked, knowing what the obvious response would be.

My chest and abdomen heaved as I struggled to stabilize my breathing. “Hmmm,” was all I could muster at first. “Tha- That was incredible.” A few more breaths, “Best I’ve ever experienced, for sure.”

“Well, hold on to your hat, sweet cheeks,” he told me, “‘Cause the fun has only just begun!”

I had no idea I had so much story to tell. Stay tuned for Batman’s Return, Pt. 2, coming soon!

I never knew how much fun blogs could be. There are a lot of different types of blogs out there and I admit that many of them do not hold any interest for me. I’ve happened across a lot of blogs where people take pictures of the food they have in restaurants and write a journal entry about it. I have only one thing to say about that. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I have read a lot of blogs where people take trips and write about what they did. Often those are the same blogs as the ones mentioned above. I guess the difference between good ones, and bad ones of these blogs is whether the author is really a writer. If you can write something with a lot of artistry and beauty in your use of words, it barely matters what it is you write about. On the other hand if you write like you’re writing a Dick and Jane book (See Dick’s lunch. Dick had good lunch. Dick cleaned Plate. Jane had good lunch too. Jane not cleaned plate.) (I guess that sounds more like a Tarzan and Jane book, but you get the idea) then your blog isn’t going to be interesting to read.

Some people write their blog entries as a blow by blow report of what they do. I usually skip over those pretty quickly. It’s like reading my own writing… From the 7th grade. A good blog will recount a tale, or an event, or an experience, but in a way that is interesting and attention grabbing. It’ll provide all the pertinent facts without boring you with unnecessary details and time tables.

Here’s an example of what I mean. Back in April I went with a Green to Las Vegas. Now I could recount the trip thusly:

Our flight was scheduled to depart Oakland International Airport at 9:36 a.m. but didn’t actually leave until 9:50. We landed in Las Vegas at 10:47. After we got off the plane we went straight to the bathrooms. After we finished using the bathrooms we went to the luggage claims and found our carousel. At 11:37 the luggage started coming out and after a few minutes my suit case came down the shoot. I grabbed my suit case and we waited for her suit case to come down the shoot. We waited and waited but it never came out. Then we went to the baggage office to find out what happened. They checked the computers and the piles of luggage outside the office, and called the baggage handling area to find out if anyone had the suit case but they didn’t find it.

So Green was pretty unhappy about her suit case not showing up and was worried that they wouldn’t find it. We gave the lady in the office a description of the suit case and told her we where we were staying and gave them Green‘s Cell Phone Number.

Then, we walked outside to where the shuttles were, found the ticket office and bought our tickets and found our shuttle. We had to wait in the shuttle for about 20 minutes before the shuttle driver decided their were enough passengers to make the trip.

We were the first stop on the trip and we got to our hotel around 1:00. Then we walked inside. Then we went to the front desk. It didn’t make any sense because they did not have a clearly marked line. We didn’t know where to go and we though we were in line. Then an employee came over to us and offered to help us find a line and we got in line. Then we got to the counter and then we checked in. We asked if they had any upgrades available. Then they showed us the options and we chose a room with a “strip view”. We were excited because we always wanted a room with a strip view and we never get one. After we checked in we went to our room, but we were disappointed because the view was not of the strip.

Boring, right? I felt like a little kid while I was typing it to the point that my rhythm of my typing even became very staccato. Dah dah dah dah DAH. Dah dah dah dah DAH. Dah dah dah dah DAH. Boring!

I could however have told the same story thusly:

Green and I absolutely love Las Vegas. We are always looking for an excuse– er, opportunity to go. This year we decided to go in April as a joint birthday celebration having chosen this time because it falls rough in the middle of her mid-March birthday and my mid-June birthday. Right between our birthdays, but better yet, before the weather there turns to full blown summer and the sun feels as though it will incinerate you where you stand.

We were expecting a great trip, staying in a new (to us) hotel, the MGM Grand, and tickets to Zumanity, the Circ du Soleil show we’d been itching to see for several visits. After our first visit to Las Vegas, a New Years trip that had a departure time scheduled for 6 something in the morning which we missed resulting in a six hour lay over in Fresno International Airport (and if you’ve ever been there, you know what a joke that is) we learned our lesson and booked our departure for a more reasonable hour. Our flight was delayed taking off by about 10 minutes but fortunately, as they so often do, the pilots made up the difference in the air. But the “adventure” was not to end there.

Upon deplaning in Las Vegas we made a b-line for the restrooms because sadly, the very public restrooms in a busy airport are favorable to a cramped, Southwest Airlines jet bathroom, and then headed on down to Baggage claim. This is always a dicey time because you never know if your luggage is going to make it or not. Fortunately for me, after just a few revolutions of the carousel, my suitcase came down the shoot just fine. But as the crowd was thinning and the frequency of the bags passing by slowed, it became apparent that there was a problem. Green‘s bag was nowhere to be found.

Green immediately began to worry about not having her suit case and not having any of her clothes or toiletries and whether she’d be reimbursed if her suit case never showed up and the $100+ flat iron she had inside was lost to her forever. We went to the baggage office where we looked at all the unclaimed luggage sitting around but none of it was her’s so we went in to file our claim. The attendant did her due diligence and searched the computer, the unclaimed bags and called the baggage handlers, but sure enough, Green‘s suitcase did not appear to be in Las Vegas.

The attendant immediately began the process of opening a claim and tracking ticket and we provided her with the necessary information of how to contact us when the suitcase arrived, while answering all our questions and doing her best to reassure Green that they’d make it right with her if the bag didn’t turn up.

Once that was completed it was time for the jaunt to “the strip” where we were to check into our hotel. We got out to the transportation section and found the booth to buy our fair on one of the many shuttles to the strip, but unfortunately we did have to wait about 20 minutes till the driver felt he had enough passengers to justify the trip. And while we waited we were fortunate enough to get to listen to the drivers gangsta rap music he had playing over the speakers… While he was no where around. Thankfully, the MGM Grand is one of the first stops and we weren’t on the shuttle for long.

Walking into the lobby of the hotel we were immediately impressed with the grandeur and beauty of the place but as we approached the front desk we encountered our next obstacle. There was a mass of hotel guests waiting to check in, and no clearly delineated line. We must have looked pretty lost because pretty soon a woman wearing a blazer and a golden name tag came over and asked us to follow her while she lead us to what looked like the next most expeditious line.

When it was our turn to check in, which really did only take a few minutes, we asked the front desk clerk if they had any upgrades available. They did and she showed us what our options were. We chose a suite that was on the 18th floor – we prefer to be higher, but all the higher ones weren’t non-smoking – and that had a “strip view”, however when we got to the room we were sorely disappointed because what they consider a “strip view” is a sliver of the back of the next hotel over and a sprawling view of the rest of Las Vegas proper.

Now, I admit, the second version has more words, more paragraphs, but isn’t it more interesting to read too?

I read a lot of blogs, and I hope a lot of people will read mine. I just hope that mine fits into the better written, more interesting to read, category.

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Now to the real point.

I do read a lot of blogs and I admit that I’m greatly interested in the blogs of people who write about sexual encounters, be they real or fiction. They’re usually interesting to read and exciting and quite often get me going. I believe another term for these entries is “stroke writing”. But I also admit that I can only suspend my sense of reality so much and I’m often shocked and disturbed by some of the behaviors people write about. Many accounts of random, anonymous sexual encounters, unprotected bareback sex (I do only read the gay ones) and other forms of complete irresponsibility and frankly, I don’t know what to think about them sometimes. I wonder, “Do people really do these things?” “Is this really a favorable way of getting what you need?” “Do these people not regret or feel ashamed about their actions?”

But I’ll be honest. They affect me. And sometimes, when I’m feeling really lonely, and I’ve had a little too much to drink (read: an extra bottle) I think, maybe… Maybe I could give it a try.

Such was the case this past Friday night. Halfway through my second bottle of wine and leaning toward my third, I’d read all the “stroke posts” and looked at all the sexy pictures on my reader and I was horny, and feeling lonely, and not as inhibited as I normally am. So I turned to Craigslist. I knew I couldn’t be the predatory one, and I knew I couldn’t drive, or “travel” as the post authors always say. So I posted my own ad, something I’ve never done before. The post was something about being “newly gay” and needing a teacher, both of which is true. I put down that I needed to be taught about gay lovin’ but that I would have to be convinced because I was frightened. And I attached a grainy, unclear, cell phone picture of myself, naked and sprawled out on the floor that was taken some time ago while I was drunk and Green, my former room mate, was trying to get me to bed. You couldn’t see my face, and I was not trying to hide my physical appearance. I was saying “Boys, this is what I look like and if I actually see this thing through and you come over here, this is what you’re going to find.”

Almost instantly I got two e-mails from guys who had seen my post and suggested they might want to teach me. I was emboldened by the vino and I thought, hey this is great. I replied to the e-mails with answers to their questions and questions of my own. Still figuring that there was no harm in pursuing this.

One of the guys dropped out after a couple e-mails but the other guy was serious about moving forward. He was ready to take down my address and head on out and that’s when reality struck! In an instant my head cleared and the fear took over. My mind was racing!

“Oh my God! Is this serious? Could I really do this?”

“Crap! The house is a mess. I need to clean the bathroom! I haven’t changed my sheets in months!”

“I don’t know anything about this guy and while that may have sort of been the point, it’s really risky! Plus as ‘anonymous’ as I’d like to believe it is, it’s not really ’cause if I do this he’ll know where I live. He could very well be genuine and sincere, but he could just as easily be coming here to case the joint. I don’t have a lot that’s worth stealing but I do have some. For that matter, he could be a serial killer and I would have invited him in.”

“And it’s sex. Really sex. Not just I-contemplated-it-while-jerking-myself-off sex. And that would change everything! There’s no going back from that!”

And so, I contemplated it while jerking myself off. And then the “need” had passed and I turned off my computer and went to bed.

The next day I felt like shit! Two and a half bottles of wine will do that to you, but it wasn’t just the hangover and the headache and the diarrhea and the shakes.

I was ashamed. Still am a little bit. I’m relieved ’cause I didn’t follow through. I know I’m still safe. I know I still don’t have any diseases. I know that I haven’t opened myself up to be a victim of a crime. Yes I could still get robbed. It’s part of life. Yes I could still be attacked on the street. That too, is a part of life. But I didn’t invite a complete stranger into my house and tell him to take a look around and see if there’s anything he’d like to come back for, uninvited. And I didn’t open myself up, figuratively and literally, and make myself as vulnerable as a human being can be and risk a life changing result from an “anonymous donor”.

Yet, I can’t help being ashamed of myself for having gone there in the first place. Sex should be a wonderful thing between two people who care for each other. Right? That’s certainly a lovely sentiment and I’d like to feel like I can apply it. But let’s call a spade a spade. I’m not a social person. I don’t meet new people and I haven’t got anyone in my life so the likelihood of meeting someone I can feel a connection with and start a relationship with is next to impossible. Meanwhile, I’m still human. I’m still male. I still have needs that need to be fulfilled. And it is just sex, right?

This isn’t the first time I’ve found myself in some semblance of this situation. I’ve been on Gay.com many times. I’ve had on-line chats with local guys while looking for a little “inspiration”. But inevitably, it always goes the same way. They don’t want to just talk about what they’d do. They want to come over and do it. And it’s always the same thing with me. I’m horny. I’m probably inebriated (only time I have the nerve to do anything sexual.) I’m naked, with my cock in one hand and the computer mouse in the other and I just want to get off. And then I start to wonder whether I should take it a step farther. And then they say it!

“Can I come over?” Cue the thunder clap and the lightening bolt. The scratching record. The sudden silence of the crowd. The dramatic “plot thickens” organ music. And suddenly it’s not a game anymore. It’s not just fantasy, or what ifs. it’s not just masturbation. It’s an opportunity. An opportunity for something, I actually really do want… sort of.

And in an instant, I’m overcome. I’m sick to my stomach. I’m shaking. I instantly go from the “could I?”s to the “how could I?”s. All the blood drains from my body. Where I was hot and bothered, now I’m frozen and terrified. I’m weak and shaking and, eh’hem, everything goes limp, to jelly, turns soft. And I chicken out.

And in spite of all this, I can’t really decide if I think that following through would be a bad thing, and make me an amoral person, or if I think it would be a perfectly natural thing to do and I’m way over-thinking? And it doesn’t really matter because like it or not, my sub-conscious won’t let it happen.

I really hate being so afraid of myself! I am horny all the time but today I’m exceptionally horny. I went to work today without underwear. Lots of men go commando and I wanted to try it out. I’ve done it before and I’ve always ended up going back to my briefs. Today, I went commando again, ’cause I really want to get in the habit. My concerns on the subject were of floppage and discoloration. Floppage is obvious, the snake, uncontainted, slithers to accomplish movement. As for discoloration, well.. I’m 33 years old, and much to my dismay, there’s…. leakage… when I’m finished pissing. So I was wearing black jeans to work and I figured today was a safe day to give it a shot… I’m thinking that dark color and thick fabrics (aka, jeans) are safe bets.

It actually went just fine as far as comfort goes, but the longer I went sans underroos the more sexual I began to feel. (Also, oddly I had to pee a lot more than usual today, and I don’t know if that’s related or not.)

By the time the work days was over, I just wanted to go out and get laid! But you see, I’m a gay virgin. I’ve had sex with a woman and I know it’s not for me, but I’ve never had sex with a man, and while I’m sure it is for me, I’m still terrified. I figured (and still do) that tonight will be just like any other horny night for me. I’d come home and watch a little porn, or surf the net for a little bit till I found a good image, or cyber date and then I’d take care of myself.

Well, having been a closeted homo for a long time I have acquired a selection of sexual accoutrement that I make use of from time to time and, though every last item would be more fun to use with a partner I do enjoy a little… self… torture? See I think I’d really enjoy a little mild S&M, or at least some bondage. I’ve got restraints under my mattress, right now, but they’re kinda hard to use on yourself, so they just lie there ready and waiting.

Tonight I came home and dawned my leather chastity belt; a thong of sorts, made of leather, with a rear strap wide enough to prevent any kind of penetration, a solid cod peace with a whole for my junk and straps to hold my hard cock in place and a solid cover that is zipped on and locked into place along with the other straps of the unit. At this moment, I could not touch my cock if I wanted to and it is hard (and I have to pee again) I’ve been wearing it for about 45 minutes now. It’s pretty hot, but it can only last for so long. I also own and applied a leather collar which is currently strapped around my neck as well as a leather, spiked cock ring that is large enough to double as a wrist cuff until it is needed elsewhere. I enjoy this, I just wish it was applied under someone else directive tonight.

I do dream of being a submissive, but not a slave. I’ve read some of the postings of the real live slaves on this blog site, and I’m quite certain I do not wish to give up THAT MUCH control, or be subjected to that much discipline. I could not live the life, but I would enjoy the play from time to time. I also would like to take turns being the Dom and being the Sub. Both rolls do sound appealing.

As I was driving home from work, thinking how fun it would be to drive naked, but I did not do, I also thought how much I wished I had the nerve to go out to a bar and take my chances. I am afraid. The fact is that I do not want to get any diseases, and I am not completely convinced of what I believe. I’ve learned to accept that Gay is not wrong. I’m not as convinced that promiscuity is not wrong. I’d love to be able to surf Craigslist and find an ad that appeals and go for it. I’d love to be able to go to a local gay bar and pick up on somebody. I’d love to walk through a museum or a book store, or a grocery store, or a gas station and see a guy that turns me on, make eye contact, tilt my head and five minutes later be getting it on in the bathroom, like Justin did in the first season of Queer As Folk. I’m just not that guy. I’m scared.

Meanwhile I’m still horny! I have withstood the torture long enough to boost my confidence while I write this post! Did I mention I’m horny? Now I must go and relieve the pressure, if you will.

It seems clear, from reviewing my Blog stats this last few weeks that I do have an audience. So while I’m off rubbing one out, hows about you boys tell me, how you got your courage, and got the ball rolling. And tell me how I can overcome my fear and get it on, myself! Did I mention I’m horny!?!?!